Unnamed Memory

Clear skies make you think of freedom everywhere.

Dry soil. The wind keeps blowing. The girl watched the earth from the horseback without much to see beyond the horizon.

The man lining the horses next to her takes a thin veil out of her luggage when she looks worried by the sandy wind.

When she was handed it, the girl thanked her small and wore a veil to avoid the sand and the sun. The white thin cloth also covers all her hair.

Once again she looked around and noticed something and raised her finger.

"... what's that?

"Oh."

Streets running in the wilderness. I can see a group of people approaching from that far ahead by raising the smoke.

When the man realized what it was, he changed his expression and rushed her. Take a distance from the street and move up a hill high.

What was approaching were a dozen cavalry men.

They fasten their horses in front much more than near where they are and turn back down the street to look around.

The girl stared at the man's back as she noticed a flat man in those men who made only one person feel tall.

- I'm familiar with the "he" story. Lord of the castle ahead of the border.

A man who overcame the ordeal that descended from his boyhood and now protects the inhabitants of the castle and rules the wilderness.

Knowing that the person she secretly admired was nearby, the girl also forgot about her surroundings and tried to advance her horse. The man next door notices it and stops her.

She looked terribly sorry, but dropped them off as she sighed and grew smaller.

Sand smoke flowing in the wind and clearing up. And silence returns to the wilderness.

Not many people realize in the midst of their dreams how far is fiction.

And how far in your dreams is the truth?

It starts now. This is a fact that never happened. History out of reach.

In touring time, fiction shows vividly lost assumptions.

Who is it that dreams and who has shown them?

- That will be all clear after you wake up.

The territory of the vast Kingdom of Lisai. Its southwest is, however, mostly a lush, dry wilderness.

Land with little rain and always strong winds. That's half synonymous with "blank" in this country.

Only the streets stretching from the Wang capital penetrate the deserted wilderness and disappear to the mountains that can be bordered to the west at the end of the border.

But there was only one green hill, and a castle on the top thereof, in front of the border that was in the open sea in this blank zone.

"Rig, come on"

In response to a short call, the beast moves then.

Black fur like velvet shined in the sun, and supple limbs stepped on the stone floor in an elegant manner. When you reach the foot of a man, the beast breaks his knee.

Familiar subordination. The man, looking far from the terrace facing southwest to the border, stroked his black head as he reached out. He smiles himself at the sound of his throat.

"Can you see that? The merchants are coming again."

Ahead the man looked down there was a street leading from the border, where he could see a line of merchants coming.

Now as big as a bean grain, they will reach this castle in less than an hour. Then we'll make our last supply here and head to the heart of the state of Rhinoceros.

The man looking out over the far border from the terrace and the blue mountains ahead narrows his eyes.

In the late twenties, his impression is made far from crude, with the splendour of his original face and the elegance stained with him, albeit with a drifting appearance of rigour.

The blue eyes were only there, honoring the same naivety forever, a true representation of his private character.

The man accidentally returns his heel when he lifts his forehead, which begins to be heated by the sun.

You can't do this here forever. He must welcome the caravan who will come as the Lord of this castle.

"Rig"

Right hand I called behind my back.

But it was met by a low roar. The man rushes over next to a black beast on a columnar when he quickly returns himself. I ran my gaze down the streets that stretched.

Sand smoke visible on the border. I guess the caravan still hasn't noticed that coming behind them.

Understanding what this situation meant, the man laughed invincibly. Raise your voice towards the inside of the castle.

"We're leaving! Hold the horse!

A voice that sounds a lot. It receives the life of the Lord, and the air in the castle changes.

The men who enjoyed fighting, one after the other, armed themselves and crossed their horses.

The heretic children of the rhinoceros who continue to trump those who invade the border, and the looters who appear in the streets.

The man who stands above them also rides the black sunhorse when he takes only the sword and bow. A beast who always obeyed him jumped on that saddle. The man laughs and raises his right hand.

"Let's go."

The cavalry's army rushes down the sloppy path that leads to the open castle gate, the wilderness.

Blank land coloured only by wind and sand, blood and slight greenery.

It was, so to speak, a barren land abandoned by the king.

The caravan, which was about to be attacked by bandits, was saved from the predicament by horseback riders who rushed their hair.

The soldiers, who have driven away the thieves with overwhelming power differences as they are, welcome the frightening caravan into the castle.

In the water-friendly wilderness, only this castle digs deep wells to draw out groundwater, and its benefits are evident when you look at the greenery that is spreading over the hills.

The landscape, which more than a decade ago had only dry hills and castles, is gradually taking on bright colors because of the efforts of the inhabitants of the castle. That would be one of the things I never expected from a king who gave this castle, if I told you so.

And the water the castle stores is also important to people who are not just residents here, but who are going to travel the streets.

The captain of the caravan offered to the lord of the castle to buy water with him in thanksgiving for his salvation. He acknowledges Eagle Deep.

In a beautiful hall with white stone floors, but for some reason leaning against his elbow for trouble sitting on the castle owner's seat, the man looked down at the contributions that were arranged one after the other without interest. A black leopard sitting in a chair instead of the Lord makes a small stretch.

"Please, my lord Ruth,"

"Oh."

Those who go down the street offer to buy their own safety are unnecessary, to be honest with himself.

It's his job to maintain order around without having to get that, and the price is enough if they pay for the water they're going to pay.

But the men of the castle will rejoice if they share them.

The men are satisfied with the reward of battle, and their wives use rare exotic cloths for tailoring as a delight.

Ruth looked to the side of the castle that divided the common affairs, and when he ordered those distributions, he tried to leave the hall.

At that time, a woman walks out of among the humans brought in by the chief of the caravan.

The woman, who had received more attention from the men than when she came into the hall, had a silver hair that was just glowing. Dropping the coat hanging from the shoulder onto the spot reveals a well-forged limb over the dancer's clothes.

The man in the caravan bowed his head deeply toward Ruth as he pointed to the woman.

"Give His Royal Highness this dance princess. Thank you for everything."

The black leopard, who is always with Ruth, when he holds a woman. But at some point he is gone from the room.

He didn't know if that meant he was distracted by the beast, but he appreciated saving at least the hassle of paying attention to women who wanted to try touching rare animals.

A bedroom with a pleasant raw temperature. The man who stood up from the bedroom pulled over to the window and pushed it out.

A dry breeze blew in from the middle of the night as soon as possible, rocking the white gauze covering the sleeping area. So you woke up, sweet woman's voice calling him.

"Your Highness?"

"... oh"

The answer was delayed by a beat because he was distracted by the moon like a bow.

The man standing by the window looked back at the woman with eyes that did not make her feel drowsy.

"Looks like the sun will be strong tomorrow. Be careful not to leave the carriage. We can burn it in the day."

That, from him, was purely a word for caring for a woman, but it seemed a terrible surprise to her.

The woman watches the man with open eyes as she pulls the veil apart.

"Because you won't leave me here?

"Are you going to Wangdu to make money from dancing? I don't care if you stay here."

She floats her disappointment at the man who naturally tells her to leave with the caravan.

Even though he is in such a peripheral castle, his opponent is the son of a previous king. I guess you thought if you did well, you could also aim for the seat of the princess.

Ruth smiles bitterly when she sees the woman's ambition.

"That's right. Don't lose your mood. If you keep staying by my side, they'll kill you."

"Huh?"

- Who will kill you?

Ruth answers herself in the chest as she floats to the woman who sees herself with suspicion and fear.

"I am hated by kings. So every woman who tries to be her own wife is assassinated '.

The next morning, when the caravan left before the sun rose, Ruth missed the destination from the terrace.

When their figure disappears across the street without a pursuer, he smiles calmly.

A man who refrained from beside me if he was going to escort me laughed in an unexpected tone.

"She was quite beautiful, but she had no body. Don't you have to fasten it?

"I'm not going to make a futile rub."

"Me, I liked it a lot. I've been watching you since I helped you."

"What. I wish I'd told you earlier."

To Ruth, who turned his eyes round and looked back, the man blows out.

In fact, if I had said that, this husband would have given his men a dance princess without himself ever getting his hands on it. The man who didn't speak because he knew it would laugh and wave lightly.

"No, I have lots of daughters in the castle who care. But Your Highness wouldn't hold a castle woman, would she?

"It doesn't matter if it's not night games or anything. It's like booze."

"I hope so."

Ruth grinned bitterly at the man who showed him gently flaunting his shoulders and walked past it and into it. A black leopard appears out of nowhere when you call him "Rig".

Ruth reached out and stroked the leopard around his feet like a wrapping shadow.

Son of a king born more than a slave woman.

He is hated by the brother who succeeded to the throne, who showed the lowest, youngest, but best talent of his five brethren.

That's why he was given one castle in this wilderness more than he was as a boy and kicked out of the king's capital.

It would be an incontrovertible miscalculation for the King that his belly-brother, who thought he had locked himself in a castle with little water or food, had at some point dug a well with the knowledge of the travellers, made crops in the castle and created an environment in which he could live without having to rely on the king's capital.

Only around Ruth, who attracts nature and people, did the lost and flashing humans gather, and the men who remember in their arms threw themselves to exchange one heterogeneous force.

Willidis Castle, which guards the southwestern border of Lisai.

Its lord, the man, has not, however, shown any ambition apart from the suspicion of the King's capital, which alerts him.